No Longer in Love
During a company retreat to Colmar, I found out my boyfriend was going to propose at sunset, surrounded by colleagues.
Instead, in the golden light, he dropped to one knee with a ring in hand in front of someone else.
“Lana, I’m ready to be the father of your child. Will you marry me?”
Lana, the woman Mark had loved for ten years, his unforgettable first love.
I stared at the two, watching them embrace. Then I quietly turned away, booked myself a trip three days out, and went home for an arranged date.
A year later, I ran into him again when I returned to the country. Mark’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my wrist.
“Rosie, you’re finally back. Don’t leave me again…”